My favorite comment was a tie, one said, "I love everything by you !!!!! I wish you had like 7 arms so you could write all the stories at once, pleeeeaaase grow more limbs okay thank you bye" commented by @PoisonLixie, I cracked up, it was amazing. And the other one was, kind of a conversation between two people, @Teirrah_tac who said "THE MYSTERY OF THE LIP RING" and @_isabella_____ who said #themysteryofthelipring We should make that hashtag a thing. If you're reading this, comment #themysteryofthelipring ! Okay now to the update

Finley's P.O.V.

Easing open the door to the bathroom I had just been hiding in for lunch period, I glanced around the hallway before darting out, anxious to not be seen. This is a high school; I'm pretty sure the whole school knows that I had a freak out in the middle of science class and didn't come back. People like to make fun of me for these things.

Luckily, the hallways were empty as everyone was still at lunch, so I could go to my locker in peace. I jogged down the hall, heading for the basement, which was where my locker was located. Now, my locker wasn't really in a basement, it was just what the students called it. My high school was two stories high, and then there was the basement where all the tech-ed classes were and the pool.

Located my locker by scanning the rows of numbers at the top, I paused, dropping all my stuff at my feet and started putting in my combination, tugging upwards on the bar that opened my locker. It didn't open.

"C'mon," I muttered, putting in my combination again.

When that didn't work, I huffed in annoyance and put in my combination for a third time, silently willing for it to open. When it didn't, I cursed and yanked upward with all my might, trying to just open my locker. When it still didn't open, I threw my hands up in the air.

"What the hell!" I cried. "Just open, you stupid evil locker!"

In a fit of, well, not rage, but more like frustration, I kicked the metal door, instantly regretting it when a stinging pain shot through my toe. "Shit," I hissed, jumping up and down like I had just won Coldplay tickets. "Why did I do that?"

In my jumping, strange, weird dance, 'ow my toe' party, my eyes fell on the locker number. It was 98. My locker number was 99.

"You have got to be kidding me," I mumbled, staring between the two lockers.

I am such an idiot," I thought.

Meekly, I put in my combination and my locker opened with a cheerful pop. I exchanged my books and closed my locker gently. Glancing at the other locker that I'd kicked, I mumbled, "Sorry locker."

The bell rang just as I was heading up the stairs, and I immediately went to my classroom, only to be stopped by Eli.

"Hey, you weren't at lunch," he noted, concerned.

"Y-You're observation s-skills are f-fantastic," I said.

Seriously, trying to be sarcastic while stuttering doesn't work.

"Well, I'm going to take you to get some food after school," Eli told me.

"N-No," I said, feeling nervous.

"What do you mean no?" Eli cocked his head.

"I-I'm not g-going," I stammered.

"Yes you are," Eli said firmly.

"T-That's k-kidnapping," I pointed out.

Eli winked. "It's not kidnap if you want to come."

I felt awkward, so naturally I decided to just simply walk away. I was an expert speed-walker, so I was putting those skills to use.

"Wait, Fin!" Eli shouted.

Refusing to turn around for fear of being faced with a puppy dog face, I kept walking.

"Finley!" Eli said, touching my shoulder lightly, making me turn around and face him warily. "Look I'm sorry," he said, looking down at his feet. "I'm not making you come. You don't have to if you don't want to."

As Eli sneaked a peek up at me, scuffing his converse across the floor, I felt rather ashamed, for some reason. Maybe it was the fact that I hated saying no to anyone, or the fact that Eli just looked so adorable, being all shy and abashed. I sighed and before I knew it, I heard myself saying, "Alright, I'll come with you."

Eli instantly perked up, a broad smile across his face. "Thanks Fin! See you after school!" With that, he pecked my cheek and left me standing in the hallway in shock.

...

I put my books away, trying to subtly scan my surrounding area for Eli. Why I agreed to this little... whatever it was, I have no idea. I'm not a very social person, and I stutter talking to anyone.

I should just bail, I thought before immediately feeling guilty. I'm not that kind of person; I can't just say I'm going to do something than disappear. Sighing deeply, frustrated at my niceness, I turned to come face to face with Eli, causing me to scream and topple backwards.

Eli made a wild grab for me, but missing completely and my back came in contact with the floor. Groaning and looking up at Eli, I saw that his face was scrunched up in an 'ow' face.

"Sorry," he apologized. "I didn't mean to scare you. And I tried to catch you."

I could feel a laugh bubble up from inside me. "Y-You don't have g-good hand-eye c-coordination."

"Hey!" Eli said sounding and looking indignant. "My hand-eye coordination is spot on!"

"Then why am I on the floor?" I teased.

Eli's eyes sparkled. "You didn't stutter."

I looked down, fiddling with my fingers. "C-Can we go now?"

...

"F-Frozen yogurt?" I said, looking up at the sign in front of the cute little parlor Eli had brought me to.

"Yup," Eli said, coming to stand next to me. "It's my favorite place."

"I-I don't like y-yogurt," I confessed, brushing a strand of my dark hair out of my face.

"Me neither," Eli said casually. "Shall we?"

He held open the door for me like a proper gentleman, and I walked inside, taking in the small restaurant. It had colorful walls, a hot pink with green trim, which surprisingly went well together, and a little half circle cut into the wall where little dispensers were, where you could pick your frozen yogurt flavor, I'm assuming, and tray after tray of toppings. My eyes widened at the wide selections of toppings. Nuts, sauces, candy; fruit... the possibilities were endless.

"Wow," I breathed, taking in all the choices.

"I know," Eli said. "I still haven't tried all the toppings."

I smiled up at Eli and he smiled back, before my stomach growled loudly, having not eaten since breakfast. He lead me to the bowls, and I quickly picked a flavor, setting on something called Cable Car Chocolate, but it looked like regular chocolate, so I was okay. Once I stood in front of the huge table of toppings, however, I was dumbfounded. What do I pick?

Eli chuckled at my misfortune as he piled his strange looking concoction with sprinkles and headed over by the sauces. I picked some M&M's then getting more confident; I added Swedish Fish and cherries, not real ones, but those lame fake ones that I can't remember the name of but are delicious nonetheless. Joining Eli where we pay, I started to dig out my wallet before Eli pushed it back into my bag, shaking his head.

"Nope, this is on me."

"B-But," I stammered, before Eli cut me off.

"I wanted to take you to eat, I'm going to pay, okay?" he raised his eyebrows, and I couldn't help but think how hot he looked with his dark hair and lip ring.

I nodded meekly, taking my bowl of frozen yogurt and heading over to a corner booth, wedging myself in the corner. Eli followed me, sliding into his seat across from me. I dug my spoon into the yogurt, surprised that it tasted like regular ice cream. I glanced at Eli to see that he was digging into his.

"W-What did you g-get?" I asked, surprising myself when I started the conversation.

"Honestly? No idea," Eli chuckled.

I smiled slightly, quietly eating my yogurt. It was surprisingly really good.

"So, you want to play 20 questions? To get to know each other better?" Eli questioned.

"S-Sure," I said, interesting at the idea of getting to know Eli better.

"You don't have to stutter around me," Eli told me gently. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"I'm s-sorry," I apologized. "M-Maybe later."

Eli nodded understandingly. "So... what's your favorite movie?"

"I-Iron Man 3," I said.

Eli cocked an eyebrow. "Really? I had you pegged as a Twilight girl."

I was offended. "The Twilight movies sucked."

"So you saw them?" Eli grinned.

I rolled my eyes. "Y-Yes, I saw them, but I didn't l-like them."

Eli laughed before asking his next question. "Favorite color?"

"W-White," I answered. At Eli's strange look, I elaborated. "It's just white. It goes with a-anything, and it's just a pure color. It can be anything. And to me, it m-means hope."

Eli nodded before asking another question. "Favorite drink?"

"Slushees," I said immediately, not even having to think about it.

Eli cocked his head. "Really?"

"Yes!" I exclaimed. "They are amazing! So many flavors and cold and... I can't think of anymore reasons but I love them!"

"Clearly," Eli teased. "Favorite food?"

I sighed, biting my lip as I thought hard. "Has to be... M&M's."

"That's why you got them," Eli gestured to my bowl.

"Yup," I said, eating another bite. "Okay my turn... what's your favorite movie?"

"Karate Kid," Eli said. "The original."

I cocked my head. "Really? I had you pegged as a gory action movie kind of guy."

Eli laughed. "Well, we can't all be stereotypical."

I smiled. "Favorite book?"

"Harry Potter," he answered.

"Favorite color?"

"Orange."

"Favorite food?"

"Cheese curds."

"Favorite drink?"

"Tough one... probably Dr. Pepper."

"Favorite animal?"

"Platypus."

"Platypus?" I wrinkled my nose. "Really?"

"Yes, platypus," Eli said. "A cross between a beaver and a duck."

"I know what they are," I said. "But I thought you of more as a... lion person."

Eli made a sour face. "Lions are too mainstream."

"Why did you get your lip ring?" I blurted.

As soon as the words left my lips, I wished I could take them back. Eli's face dropped and he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

"I-I'm sorry, I d-didn't mean t-to-" I began to apologize but Eli cut me off.

"It's okay," he glanced at his phone. "It's a long story, which I don't have time to tell 'cause I need to get you home!"

I pouted, sticking my lip out as I glanced around the adorable frozen yogurt shop. "But I want to stay here..."

Eli smiled a little, pulling out his keys. "Hey, I know, but you gotta get home, remember? Can't live in here."

"Why not?" I pouted, acting like a three-year old.

Eli laughed at that one. "Fin, they love you, but not that much."

I huffed before sliding out of the booth. "Fine."

Eli chuckled as I slid my Toms against the concrete, clearly still pouting about having to leave Frozen Yo, the name of the frozen yogurt parlor.

"We can always come back," he suggested.

I glanced up at him. "You'd take me back?"

Eli shrugged. "Yeah, if you want to."

A broad smile spread across my face. "That would be great!"

Eli smiled shyly at me before walking me over to my car, as I had followed him here. I waved good-bye and turned my key, turning my car on. The engine sputtered before turning off. I frowned, turning the key again. The engine didn't even make a noise this time. I banged my head against my steering wheel, moaning. I knew my car was old, but I didn't know it was old enough to die on me. Now how am I supposed to get home?

Eli knocked on my window, wearing a sheepish smile. I rolled down my window. "Car trouble?" he asked.

I nodded meekly, gesturing towards my hood. "The engine just died."

"Need a ride?" Eli offered.

"That would be great," I accepted gratefully, smiling up at him.

The car ride was silent, except for me giving out directions. The thought had crossed my mind that Eli would now know where I would live, but I'm fairly sure he wouldn't stalk me. Fairly sure, anyway. More like 50 percent sure he wouldn't stalk me.

"Right there," I pointed to my house and Eli pulled into my driveway. "Thanks for the ride," I smiled at him as I got out of the car.

Eli was about to reply when a cut through the silence.

"Where have you been? And who are you with?"

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Dun dun dun.... the drama! Anyway, here is your update, I hope you like it, it is quite long, I'm proud of myself. And the cover is made by @prisoners, I don't think I ever gave credit... but yeah. Umm... that's pretty much it, same deal for comments this chapter, and who likes my new profile? I do! Bye!

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